Principo felt that something was wrong.

Hassan must die, and in order to achieve his assassination goal, he has already realized that he will sacrifice his life for righteousness.

Hassan and the Ice-Blood Witch would enter through the city gates in an open-top Ifrit chariot and follow the central avenue past the Sulajevo bazaar to the Doge's Palace.

The assassination plan was as follows: the brother who was lying in ambush on the side of the road threw light firebombs to cause chaos—he would surely die, but that was okay. As a bloodthirsty butcher, even if Hassan is afraid, he will not run in front of everyone, he will definitely pretend to be calm and move on, and then, it will be time for him to appear.

Hassan, dare to lead more than 10,000 Mensaros to war against the Holy Protector Army ten times his size, dare to face the scolding and hatred of the entire port single-handedly, dare to attack the fleet of New Tendontilan with a single flying carpet!

And he won them all!

It's a mountain that can't be climbed.

And now, I'm going to shoot at him with a short crossbow?

What a ridiculous thing this is!

I'm going to sacrifice myself, but that's okay either.

Two assassinations in succession, even the most daring person will be frightened, he will definitely leave the car in a hurry and move to the ordinary chariot equipped with armor behind him, at which point there will be a gap where he will get out of the car without any protection, and the heavy crossbowman lurking at the far end of the bazaar will kill this Arabic bastard.

But why didn't anyone get in touch?

Didn't the plan change?

Unbeknownst to Principo, both the liaison officer and his superiors had collapsed in a pool of blood in the basement.

In addition, all other secret strongholds of the Mafia were raided by al-Qaeda.

Kill them all, and leave no one alive.

Having set off early, he and the remaining three companions were the last remaining strength of the Black Hand in Dorihaven City.

The crowd suddenly became noisy. Six devil's chariots lined up in a straight line and slowly approached from the direction of the city gate. Behind the ghost chariot were rows of glittering iron armor and steel knives.

Princibo's mouth suddenly became dry and bitter, and his heart was beating wildly.

It's coming, it's coming!

He trembled and touched the crossbow hidden in his backpack. It's quiet.

A very ordinary steel crossbow, without a little mana fluctuation, it is absolutely impossible to be detected in advance, and even if you stand in the monitoring circle, it will not trigger the alarm.

He was nervously trying to persuade himself to calm himself down. The people around him surged, and he took the opportunity to squeeze forward.

There was a young man next to him who was squeezed painfully, and angrily patted his bag and shouted: "What are you squeezing!"

Principo gave the man a fierce look, and the man immediately shut up, for he was a big man.

Squeezing and squeezing, all of a sudden, the front was empty, and he almost couldn't hold his feet and rushed to the street.

This is really a perfect position to attack, just between the two Alaba policemen, who are more than ten meters apart, and no one cares. All I have to do is move forward, and I'll be fine!

However, the heavens did not grant people's wishes. A young Arabid policeman approached and looked at him coldly.

Principo shuddered and obediently backed away.

Perhaps because he thought there was too much space here, the police officer couldn't stand still, facing him sideways, maintaining order while stealing a look in Hassan's direction.

It's troublesome now, it's not okay to push him away, the people around him are full, and it's too late to change positions. What to do?

Hassan's car came into view.

He'd taken a car with the roof removed—how else would he be arrogant?

When the car came around the corner, Ripolka rushed up and threw a fire bomb.

As soon as he took a step, he was targeted by the patrolman next to him, and he dragged him, and he stumbled a little, but still threw the fire bomb, but this was not accurate at all.

The flame bomb hit the stowed canopy, bounced off, and fell towards the back of the car.

There was a violent explosion, smoke rising and a crowd of people in an uproar.

When the smoke cleared, Hassan was unharmed, at least on the outside, and waved to the crowd in a pretended composure manner.

Ripolka was pinned down by the wolf-like patrolman, and he lay quietly on his stomach, without struggling.

Principo's tears flowed, and he knew that Ripolka must have bitten the poison that had been contained in advance and died.

Brother, wait for me!

Hassan was not easily deterred, but said a few words to the patrolman who had rushed to protect him, exchanged a few words with the governor who had hurried over, waved his hand, and motioned for the march to continue.

The car slowly moved forward again.

Princippo had nothing but hatred in his heart.

I know that you have not slaughtered the Julias, but as long as you live, there is hope for the Arra, and the city of Dorihachi will not be in chaos, and our restoration will be postponed indefinitely.

So, Hassan, you must die!

This is what I will do at the cost of my life!

A young man who is only nineteen years old does not know how to hide his heart perfectly. Perhaps his eyes were too fierce and persistent, and the side in front of him glanced at him suspiciously, turned sideways, and completely blocked his vision with his back.

Oops, this patrolman is starting to get suspicious!

What to do? What to do? Now, it's impossible to go straight up!

Hassan's car is less than 20 meters away!

The patrolman in front of him turned around and looked at the conqueror slowly coming in with a complicated gaze, just like the crowd.

The big guy behind him who had just scolded Principo began to mess around again, pinching his backpack hard.

Princibo turned his head and glared at the guy fiercely: "Pinch what pinch pinch pinch !"

The big guy who was going to quarrel with him just now smiled at him kindly, and quietly made a one-handed crossbow shot.

Principus fell into an ice cave.

Damn, it must have been just squeezing around, and he found the steel crossbow in the bag.

At such a close distance, prepare a steel crossbow and approach the convoy, the purpose is still to be said?

The big man stretched out his left hand, gestured like a pair of scissors, and then pointed to block the patrolman in front of Principo.

Principo watched inexplicably, and the big man reached into his pocket with lightning speed.

Such a big action certainly caused the exclamations of the people next to him, robbery?

The big man slammed at the patrolman.

Principo understood and shouted, "Robbery!"

When the patrolman turned around, he saw the big man dragging Principo's money bag out with such a violent movement that even the edge of the pocket was torn.

The big man pushed and shoved the person next to him like crazy, trying to run away.

The instinct of the police came into play, and the patrolman left the stunned Principo, and a tiger pounced on the big man to the ground, and swung his baton and struck him on the head.

Blood suddenly stained the ground beneath the big man.

Now, between Princippo and Hassan's cars, empty.

Principo took a deep look at the warrior who had created a gap for himself with his life, and he clenched the steel crossbow in one hand, stepped out of the crowd, and rushed towards Hassan's car!

However, he has just taken two steps.

Bang!

A bullet with a pale green trail pierced his right calf.

A cloud of blood erupted from his right calf.

With a scream, Principo fell to the ground so hard that he couldn't even pull out his crossbow!